Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 172

Chapter 83 – Well Overdue Pt. 1

“My guilt is an ocean for me to drown in.“–Nicola Yoon

Kiya

“Mija, please. Eat something.”

“I’m not hungry, Dad.”

“When was the last time you’ve eaten?”

“I don’t remember.”

On cue, my stomach growled like a ravenous bear, gnawing for nourishment. I knew Dad and my friends could hear it, but I didn’t have the energy to care. The smell of my favorite foods both pleased and nauseated me and the age ol‘ fear of vomiting it back up settled in the center of my mind. I don’t know if I could eat after all. that had happened.

Dad’s arm snaked around my shoulders, his wide hand pushing my head to rest on his shoulder. So warm. Worry drenched his pumpkin scent. How could he not be? This was the first time since my kidnapping where I sat and spoke with him. My friends, as wonderful as they were, helped me to get out of that dreadful dress Osiris gave me and brought my pajamas after I’ve showered. Despite the smooth cotton textile of my lavender set, I felt cold.

So cold.

“If you won’t eat, at least drink something.” Galen held up a cup filled with a green liquid with black pearls. swimming at the bottom. He punched a hole through the plastic top with a straw. “Avocado boba tea. You never pass up boba tea!”

His dark eyes twinkled with hope as he waited for me to take it. I didn’t. Nothing looked appealing for consumption. I shook my head and burrowed my face deep in Dad’s shoulder, wishing I’d just disappear off the fact of the earth. Galen sighed in defeat, settling the tea away.

Frigid chill wasn’t the sole sensation I was feeling. The snake emblem ‘tattooed on my right arm faded into washed–out colors compared to its former vibrancy hours before, as if it was withering away. It was disgusting. That symbol that connected me to Osiris, and I wanted to vomit stomach acid. My hatred for the bastard burned strong, like lava simmering under the unstable layer of a volcano. He did this to me. He put

this on me.

I almost wanted to carve it out of my skin. Fuck the damages.

The bed Dad and I were sitting on dipped behind me, and two strong arms snaked around my torso. A pathetic whimper echoed from my mouth as a warm head rested on my upper back, the scent of orange blossoms tickling both my nose and my joy. “You know you can talk to us, right?” Jackie asked. “We won’t judge you.”

They should be! I killed people and showed no remorse at doing so. My friends witnessed me tear Zircon Moon into shreds with a grin on my face, cheeks smeared with blood, and laughing. I became a riant maniac with eyes bleeding blood. How are they sitting here, wanting to take care of me after knowing all of this?

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Chapter 53 Well Overdue Pt. 1

Aren’t they scared? Why aren’t they hating me? Where is the anger and frustration?

Goddamnit, this shit doesn’t make sense!

A gentle knock resounded through the bedroom, capturing our attention. Violetta poked her head through the crack, offering a meager smile. “Am I interrupting anything?”

Sapphire shook her head. “No, you aren’t. What’s up?”

Sea–green eyes met mine. “Neron wants to talk to you. Do you mind?”

Fear bubbled up in my chest, my head shooting up from Dad’s shoulder. Why would he? I knew we had to talk, but I didn’t think it would be so soon. How would he react when seeing me? I damn near killed him! Who’d want to speak to their attempted murderer?

and caressing my ear. “You both need this. There are a lot of things you

H

“But-”

I’m not having any of that. Talk

I

she’d chew me out if I went against it, but it didn’t lessen the dread plaguing my heart. Would Neron look at me the same way he did

him to look at me like he used to, full of malice and contempt. This time, there was a

That

Sanguine

“Can you handle it?”

have some

firm. “Yes. I’ll mind–link you if I

while after this. “Okay. I’ll leave you to it.” He looked at my friends and pointed his head to the door, gesturing for them to leave. Galen and Jacqueline whined a bit, wanting to stay, but was forced

shortly after,

drifted between us, the silence of my room deafening. I felt his eyes staring into my temple as I gazed down in my lap, fascinated by my restless fingers. One of us had to talk or

Well, at least we broke the ice,

I sit next

same part that lived and breathed during my captivity. I pushed the latter down as far as I

who

aren’t good

החלקתה החריך

“Are you…

am

his wrists to his shoulders Gaure peeked out from the neckline of his sleeveless top, no doubt covering the rest of the wounds indicted on

“Okay,”

you never answered my question.” He shifted his body to

“No.”

on the

have could claim to be a sane person. An invisible weight resoad in my palms in the hits shape of the life snatching blade I weld. The weight solidithed when

i

rung in my head like a siren song, growing in pitch while the memories of my chaos flashed before my eyes. Blood, blood, and more blood Skin tearing to reveal the hidden layers of mortality and

I can even taste the blood of the victims on

me?” I asked, tearing my eyes from my palms to

me

as you are now.

kill me on this bed you would’ve done it by now. You have the god- like power to stuff my life out, but you aren’t using it. I told you before that I

was before I killed people.

Tristan before

into his fest slumped to the ground. The sounds of sien tearing when I cut into Odessa’s throat rang in my ears, along with the deathly gurgles of Elder Sage’s death. Each death

to exacted revenge. I did that,

confused Neron. We’re in the aftermath of that insanity, but I

an by that?”

confused me.” He chuckled. “What

growing weight in my esophagus, anxiety bolting through my body. “You won’t look at

looked at you differently, Kiya.

breath to stop the tears from dripping. “I don’t feel guilty for killing Odessa

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